Samantha Fletcher: A Cipher Joint
That will have to do. Sam moves away from the operating table, pulls Leech aside. His breath is sour. She wishes she had a mint to offer him; it wouldn't help with the ripperdoc's B.O., though.
"I'm going to take our new friend back..." she starts.
Leach cuts her off, "What. About. My money?"
"You'll get your money, Leech- you know I'm good for it- but I gotta finish the gig first."
"No! This is unacceptable. I never should have agreed..."
This time, Sam cuts Leech off, "I get it, Leech. I do. And I'm sorry. You gotta trust me on this, OK? My client's a corpo, real big shot. I'm gonna expense this whole thing. Mark your fee up 20%, you'll get it. But I gotta close the case first, and it sounds like this Deacon Gerald gonk can do that."
Leech frowns, shakes his head disapprovingly. "I am not happy with you, Cipher. This will not happen again."
"You have every right, Leech, and it won't." Sam pauses. He won't like what she has to say next either.
"What," Leech says, appropriately suspicious.
"I'm about to go into the Lion's den. If I don't come back..."
"I don't get paid," he almost pouts.
"Exactly. So here's how we make sure I come back. You know a fixer?"
"Of course," he replies testily.
"Have I heard of 'em?"
"I don't know."
"Well, what's his name?"
"Black Jasper," Leech answers. The name rings a bell with Sam. New Westbrook. Real up-and-comer, solid rep. Could be a big-time player one day.
"OK, good. If I don't call you in three hours, call your fixer. Take out a recovery contract. Give him this," she pulls a memory stick from her agent, hands it to the ripperdoc. It's a copy of the video footage she shot of the street battle. "Tell him to start looking here. I'll make sure I leave some clues."
"And how am I supposed to pay him when you don't pay me?" Leech asks astutely.
"Job's COD, Leech. He trusts you, he'll take it. I'll expense the whole thing. This is Militech money we're talking about. There's a bounty on these things too," Sam adds, indicating the Adjudicator. "100 eddies a pop. You and Jasper can split the whole take." Hook baited, Sam waits for the ripperdoc's decision. Leech is deliberately slow to answer, making it uncomfortable for her. Finally, he says,
"I do not have choice. Go. If you do not call in three hours, I call Jasper."
Sam gives Leech her warmest, winningest grin. "Thanks, Leech. You really are a guardian angel."
The doctor snorts, almost cracks a smile. Sam returns to the patient.
"Let's get you home."
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